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Автор Megan Shepherd
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Dedication
Contents
Cover
Disclaimer
Title
Dedication
1. Cora
2. Cora
3. Lucky
4. Cora
5. Cora
6. Rolf
7. Cora
8. Cora
9. Nok
10. Cora
11. Cora
12. Lucky
13. Cora
14. Cora
15. Cora
16. Nok
17. Cora
18. Cora
19. Cora
20. Leon
21. Cora
22. Cora
23. Nok
24. Cora
25. Cora
26. Mali
27. Cora
28. Cora
29. Leon
30. Cora
31. Cora
32. Lucky
33. Cora
34. Cora
35. Rolf
36. Cora
37. Cora
38. Mali
39. Cora
40. Cora
41. Cora
42. Cora
43. Leon
44. Cora
45. Nok
46. Cora
47. Cora
48. Lucky
49. Cora
50. Cora
51. Cora
52. Cora
53. Rolf
54. Cora
55. Cora
56. Cora
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1
Cora
THERE ARE CERTAIN THINGS the mind cannot comprehend. People fall into the same routines of thinking day after day: toss an apple and it falls to the ground. Pick a flower and it withers. Fall asleep in your bed and wake there the next morning.
But
Cora Mason dug her hands against her temples to steady the churning sea between her ears. She’d woken in a foggy daze minutes ago—or maybe it was hours—in what seemed to be an endless desert. Her bedroom windows were now rust-red dunes rising in hundred-foot swells. Her arched ceiling was a cloudless sky. Her lamp was a blazing sun searing her skin.
It sure wasn’t Virginia.
And it wasn’t like any desert she’d ever heard of. This wasn’t cacti and thirsty clumps of dry grass. This was an impossibly vast smear of red as far as she could see.
